Tantrum

Calm,collected and serene Then a timely vituperation Evokes in spilt seconds A cornucopia of rashfolly Tempers, scream up The meanest echelons of inhumane rive Words; few left unsaid Blood of a few, left unshed All's torn apart And all in parts, fell apart Then she is gone As swiftly as she was born And left all parts; in parts Heap of rubbles now drawn with carts To tombs; heaped and tombstoned with hats Calm, collected and somewhat serene Once more, I am Now with regrets But she's gone Swiftly as she was born -My untamed tantrum